Imagine that you live in a suburb. Imagine it is 3am, you are sleeping with your family, and suddenly a very loud and forceful knocking on the door for 10 seconds. That happened to me, and the only reason I did not bring my gun when I was checking what is going on is because I do not have one. But at that moment I really wished I had.
Imagine that you live in a suburb. Imagine it is 3am, you are drunk and want to go home. You forgot/lost your keys somewhere so you knock on your door to wake up whoever you are living with. Unfortunately for you in your drunk stupor you knocked on the wrong door and are now dead because someone with 0 gun training was allowed to buy and use one, got scared and shot you because they were frightened.
The way I always see Americans speak about these late night incidents you'd think Europe would have collapsed from lack of guns in people's homes....
But if there was an intruder they probably wouldn't want to make you aware of their presence correct? If someone was trying forced entry wouldn't they just do it?
They're talking about knocking on a door and running away. In context, this means you're talking about being scared for your life and shooting someone in the back as they run away. You're an unhinged motherfucker.
I grew up next to an RAF base in the UK, it had areas forbidden to civvies but also several large areas where the force staff with families would live. These areas were an absolute knock-door-run goldmine, long rows of houses with doors for knocking.
We were, undisputably, little shits. Knock-door-run was the least of the problems we caused for the 'toy police' (as we called the military police as they had no powers of arrest over civvies). We'd all line up in a row, knock 10 doors at once then leg it. You did NOT want to be the clumsy-footed teen knocking on the door at the back of the row! I had no idea we were breakin' the lawwwww
You call it knock-door-run? What a dumb thing to call it. Brits always have weird names for things. In Canada we call it Nicky-nicky-nine-doors. Like normal people.
Haha. Now I think about it, it's quite an unimaginative name. That's how we rolled in our village, our favourite hangout spot was an old hole in the ground in the woods, surrounded by trees with a rope swing... affectionately known as 'The Crater'.
It's that sort of lack of imagination & aspiration that made me determined to leave!
You jest, but you weren't there in 1986. Never has fish been handled so suspiciously, before or since. It's the only country where I've ever felt safe from those pesky suspicious fish handlers.
No to both. If you knock on a door in Britain, you must remain there indefinitely until the homeowner arrives. If the house is unoccupied, you have doomed yourself.
Guess they really don't like someone knocking on doors over there.
Of course a country which puts their children in suits and sends them to boarding schools may have an issue with understanding what it means to have fun as a kid.
Every person shall be liable to a penalty [...] who [...] commit any of the following offences;
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Every person who shall roll or carry any cask, tub, hoop, or wheel, or any ladder, plank, pole, showboard, or placard, upon any footway, except for the purpose of loading or unloading any cart or carriage, or of crossing the footway
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Every person who shall blow any horn or use any other noisy instrument, for the purpose of calling persons together, or of announcing any show or entertainment, or for the purpose of hawking, selling, distributing, or collecting any article whatsoever, or of obtaining money or alms
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Every person who shall wilfully and wantonly disturb any inhabitant by pulling or ringing any door-bell or knocking at any door without lawful excuse, or who shall wilfully and unlawfully extinguish the light of any lamp
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Every person who shall fly any kite or play at any game to the annoyance of the inhabitants or passengers, or who shall make or use any slide upon ice or snow in any street or other thoroughfare, to the common danger of the passengers.
So don't even think about *checks notes* flying a kite and playing games in general and also don't you dare to *checks notes again* slide on ice or carry a wheel on a footpath, punk!
When I was a kid we called it 'knock down ginger'. No idea why. We would just knock and run. Lots of fun. Once or twice we were chased by grown ups. I don't really hear of kids doing it today, probably because everyone has ring cameras or similar things nowadays.
There is no way people genuinely make color coding like this and think it’s a good idea. You gotta be trolling. What sane man assigns “Yes” to red and “No” to green and hits “publish?” Why must we be the makers of our own hell? Release me.
It’s a street light indication if you should do it or not. Countries where it’s legal you get a green light to do it, countries where it’s illegal you should stop.